electric forest

I stayed quiet and suspiciously absent. But only here. In the world of people and social interactions I've been mingling about trying to pass my message on. You might ask what message is that. It's simple, very simple and obvious.. it becomes. Creates itself. I've got no control over it therefore I don't really know what that message is for you. Tricky eh? Anyways..
I always look (I try. Not to sound like a dick) for the factor of otherness in familiar things, colors, shapes. Trying to reinvent them at least in my head, transport my vision onto a medium. If it's visible to me it can be visible to others but it just needs opening the right doors. Significance doesn't happen everyday if you don't let it .
''If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite''
The infinity in William Blake's words is the otherness. Contrast to the world thats mortal and tangible in too many aspects of it. I mean think about it. There are always two sides of everything. Right-left, up-down, light-dark, one wouldn't exist without the other. Following that pattern one would think that just below (or above if you like) the world measured by clocks, money and information lies a secret door to this unreal Alice's Wonderland where things are not things at all, a place where if you expect you lose, where shapes shift and you can never catch them and still you know they definitely.. are. Two worlds like polars, one a tangible rush of disposal that never stops and the other a constant flux of untouchable stillness. And in between all those strange universes there's us. We float in our rafts, some of them fancy some of them just couple of boards frantically bound together. And we all go through the calm waters and the shitstorms. Through the darkness of our fears and unpatient expectations and through the light of our hopes and feeling content even for a moment. And at the end of the day it's up to us which worlds we want to inhabit, which waters to explore, which mountains climb and which jump from and it's up to us if we see hell or heaven...
I like to think it is.
And this isn't even what I wanted to talk about.
Ah well.